| Tell em we ready, if we tell them again
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| Tell em we ready, if we tell them again I tell them
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| Wide lens, coming down I-10
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| Promethazyne, dripping down my chin
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| One deep for life, that mean I’m my friend
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| You gon' fall asleep, trying to count my ends
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| Ain’t no other rapper got a set of skills, that Ro got
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| I swear I’m half a man and half machine, call me Ro-bot
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| We don’t roll 20's, we roll swangas
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| Try to take it from us, we keep one up in the chamber danger
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| Tell em we ready, if we tell them again
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| Tell em we ready, if we tell them again
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| Houston Texas, down South we run the game
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| We some murderers, haaaaa
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| I already told ya, you ain’t heard a gangsta yet
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| Play with fire, it’s gonna get you wet (wet)
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| Guns gloves vest, Houston is Screwston Tex
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| And you ain’t gotta give it, I promise we take respect
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| This an army, better yet a gang
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| And I ain’t gonna do ya, all my people pack a thang
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| Thousand dollar hair do, ain’t messing with no bangs
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| We just want the fortune, we ain’t focused on the fame
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| Sunny in the club but, I’ma make it rain
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| Y’all be renting cars but, I be renting planes
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| All black on, with the pistol in your mouth
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| We putting you in the fish tank, I put that on the South
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| These haters, always see us in the streets haters
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| Mean mugging, we ain’t trying to speak haters
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| Hole in your neck, how you gon' breathe hater
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| This is H-Town, either you gon' get down or lay down
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| We on the radio, everyday now
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| We don’t give a damn, what you say now
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| The South is back —
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| We some murderers |